Take your Bow

All a quiver
Wishing I was somewhere else
Wishing all the while
I was someone else

From bough of yew
I’d taken up my bow
And shot that fiery orb
As it cast no shadow

Soaring

…Flying high;
Free…

Soaring

Only to find
Terra firma
Rapidly rising
To bury your face
In mud again

Two and Eight

Sitting in a right state
Future grasped by fate
My story I shall narrate

Went to club to gyrate
Loud wild music pulsate
Saw a girl who looked great
Initial target merely orate
Ours egos to inflate
Hopeful of number to notate
But when venue forced us to vacate
Then homeward did we migrate
With many stops for being intimate
Finally home with new playmate
Off to bed; objective penetrate!

Morning after, slowly memories filtrate
Slow dawning horror on viewing roommate
Realisation too late…
jailbait!

Forever man

Forever man sitting
Always on that porch
Watching a busy world
From beneath a shady brim
Feet upon whitewashed handrail
Chair tilted back at forty degrees
Nearly touching dusty pane
Forever man watches
As we watch him

Just Messing

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Squared Away

Tried so long,
So hard,
To erase those marks,
That river could not wash away,
Alcohol rubs for the pain,
Powders to scour the stain.
Now to find;
Myself trying;

Yearning,
To remember
That kiss of sunlight on outstretched feet
As fingertips brushed back hair from eyes
Two bodies entwine oblivious to all
Gazing deep into each others dreams
Wishing time to freeze, contented eternity…

String ‘em Up

Start up; Act up; Back up;
Up and running; Up on high;
Stand up; Step up; Run up;
A certain creek we’re right up!

Giddy Up! Surf’s up;
Sign up; Grown up; Tune up;

Look up; Lift up; Rise up;
Up above; Up wooden hill;
Wake up; Take up; Make up;
It’s all going belly up;

Crack up; Put the wind up;
Light up; Burn up; Bottoms up;

Listen up; Fired up; Joined up;
Up town; Upside down;
Speed up; Shape up; Break up;
I’m sure it’s a wind up;

Draw up; Round up;
Line up; Beaten up; Prop up;

Blow up; Catch up; Top up;
Up to date; Up the junction;
What’s up?; Straight up; Rip it up;
It’s all adding up;

Dressing up; Mix up;
Hands up; Tidy up; Curled up;

Clean up; Measure up; Piling up;
Up and over; Up to you;
Warm up; Lighten up; Turn it up;
Are you keeping up?

Heads up; Times up;
Shut up.

Beyond Repair

You had to leave
In a stench
Of half spoken words
And a miasma of pain
We’re all moving
On and away
Taking turns
Around another corner
Packing those boxes
Again and again
Locking these doors so firmly
Posting keys, walking away.

Sums

All that I am shall become dust.
I am the sum of my parts.
Parts of me are my words.
Some of these words are out there...
Cyber…

I wonder if there is cyber-dust?

Wishes

This cry for help
Gone too deep
A justice served
By Stanley’s blade

Recurrent

Wake up
Woke up
Lay there cursing
Another day to get through
More hours in this torture
They call life
Wake up
Woke up
Again and again
And again

Against All Odds

As walls were raised
Those doors closed
And silence loomed
As lines were cut
Then it ended
Ended with you
And your lawyer friend

So there you sit
On my chair
In my room
That house
Was once my home
Now yours
All yours
And your lawyer friend

Half of what I earn
You take
All that I have built
You took
The life I gave
You stole
With your lawyer friend

So now I’m broken
Nothing left
No reason
Except you could
You and your lawyer friend

And now no visiting rights
My own child
No longer mine
But yours
Yours and your lawyer friend

Linger

It’s not like I changed
This world
Just left a stain
Swiftly fading with time
So
Take these cold cold hands
And take these old cold feet
Lift me up
And lay me down

If only...

My loaf went stale
So I made some toast
And binned what’s left
Went to the shop
And bought some more
.
My pint mostly drunk
Was warm and flat
So I tipped it away
Went to the bar
And bought some more

.

...life was so simple.

Flux

Dead man strolling
Walking on in my
Well worn shoes
Mobile corpse
Dead man soulless ash
Stale air in stilled lungs
Dull pebbled eyes
Fixed on a final view
Until…

Until…
Your scent
Vapours enveloping
Your voice
Resonating vibrations
That vision that is you
You who set me alight
Burns me up
Fiery infusion
For life

Pressure IV

The chase was long and hard
But ends now
I stand swaying in exhaustion
Breath coming in ragged gasps
Reflected in scattered shards
Of shattered glass
I see a broken figure
A pistol to his temple
White knuckled fingers
Tightening
Squeezing
And realize
The hand that holds the gun
Is mine

Pressure III

Final moments of
Hounded life
Pushed and pulled
Turned and twisted
By deed and word
Walked life’s plank
To its tottering edge
Prodded and poked
A blade at my back
Along it’s downward curve
And in that moment
Pivotal poise
That revelation
Reflection glimpsed
That hand wielding the knife
Is mine

Pressure II

Life’s constant pressure
Bearing down
Beating down in waves
Swamped in troughs
No peaks attained
A sea of turned backs
Of seen through sliding glances
Raging tsunami howls within
Rising and ripping out
Fists pounding walls
Pulping flesh staining
All those around
And the realization
That the only fists raised
Were my own…